"Then why didn't you agree before, when I told you to go see her for treatment?"
Nathan Fawcett looked at Anne Sutton, his lips pursed. 'Was that even up to me?'
'That was up to Dr. Linden!'
He had always thought that the sicker he got, the more his mother would pay attention to him.
But who would have thought that when Ethan died, his mother would actually regret that it hadn't been him instead.
'How could she possibly agree to save me?'
Nathan Fawcett leaned against the pillow, his thoughts unreadable.
Seeing him like this, Anne Sutton realized he was upset again.
But she had no idea what she'd said wrong, so she just kept quiet.
「The next morning.」
Charles Prescott was in the hospital. Mia Shaw had stayed with him all night.
Even though Anne Sutton held a special place in Charles Prescott's heart, he was a man who hated being alone.
It was impossible for him to be without a woman by his side.
